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“Well, well, Emily, I don’t pretend to interfere with your religious notions; only they seem extremely unfitted for people in that condition.” “They are, indeed,” said Mrs. Shelby, “and that is why, from my soul, I hate the whole thing. I tell you, my dear, I cannot absolve myself from the promises I make to these helpless creatures. If I can get the money no other way, I will take music scholars;- I could get enough, I know, and earn the money myself.” “You wouldn’t degrade yourself that way, Emily? I never could consent to it.” “Degrade! would it degrade me as much as to break my faith with the help- less? No, indeed!” “Well, you are always heroic and transcendental,” said Mr. Shelby, “but I think you had better think before you undertake such a piece of Quixotism.” Here the conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Aunt Chloe, at the end of the verandah. “If you please, Missis,” said she. “Well, Chloe, what is it?” said her mistress, rising, and going to the end of the balcony. “If Missis would come and look at dis yer lot o’ poetry.” Chloe had a particular fancy for calling poultry poetry,- an application of lan- guage in which she always persisted, notwithstanding frequent corrections and ad- visings from the young members of the family. |
